* game over

i broke my bones playing games with you.

[reaperblck-blog]

— soothing lullabies;

[reaperblck-blog]

blckxiii‌:

oftentimes, the only one who ever plays the piano for her is mouse.  maybe that’s why she’s drawn to the sound of the notes, because she thinks that maybe it’s him on the keys - maybe he’ll play her a song.  maybe, he’ll let her sleep.  she doesn’t forget that there is more than one person in the world who can play notes on keys, but there is only one person in her world who does.  maybe she just wants to see him for a minute, or ten.  there are a lot of things about mouse that draws her like a moth to a flame.

but by the time that she slips into the shadows and sees who it is at the piano bench, xiii realizes she’s very much mistaken.  this is a man she’s never spoken to, but in the barest few moments passed by in hallways - never a second glance, and him, very much the same.  it’s hard not to pass everyone at least once when they all live in their little “ community”.  she should leave, but she’s loathe to.

after all, the sounds he makes with the piano beg to be heard.

it’s hard not to hear the coldness in his voice, or at the very least, sense it in the way he stops his music so abruptly.  her eyes lift to meet his, and though she holds no fear for him, xiii still bears a bit of hesitance in her voice.  after all, she was listening in on him uninvited.  “ i heard the music.  i thought you were someone else, so i came to listen.”  she pauses, long blonde hair draping over her shoulder as dull eyes stare.  “ … the sound of the piano …” the sentence dies off, because it’s not something that xiii will admit to a stranger.

but it’s true that the sound of the piano often helps soothe her.  it often helps to put her to sleep.

the piano bench creaks softly underneath his weight as he twists his body around so he can face the person hiding away in the shadows of the dim room. one hand stays behind absently on the keys as if it’s hard for him to fully part with them, fingertips resting gently on ivory as he stares, frown knitting into his features.

he can make out a form, one of a girl. locks of bright hair falling over her shoulders and it makes her appear so soft.

reaper isn’t fazed by it, though. his attitude stays hostile, displeased with the interruption and the fact that someone just dared to listen to his playing. to the notes that were meant only for him, the instrument and the otherwise empty room. “so, what?” comes from him, edge in his voice that cuts through her obvious hesitation so easily. he stares her down, empty eyes that somehow annoy him. they make everything even worse -- can such a person even appreciate the melodies he’s creating? “i’m not that person. why are you still here, then?” he can already guess why, the music. the piano. it’s the only plausible reason because, otherwise, she would’ve already slipped away. otherwise, there’s no reason to stay because she’s not going to meet that person here.

too bad reaper doesn’t want to play for her, though. he doesn’t want to play for anyone and he’s not going to. “leave,” he tells her, “i don’t want you to listen.” his hand slips from the keys this time, falling into his lap and curling into a fist.

[blckxiii]

☾˟  __ traverse town __

this is the beginning of a journey.

xiii only struggles slightly under the things she carries in her arms - a console, controllers, and far too many games than could be played in just one afternoon.  but she’s bringing them all anyway, a way to educate the unfortunate soul who doesn’t seem to know what her name was even inspired by, taken from.  and how could anyone not know kingdom hearts? 

she’s certain that when reaper plays through the games, he’ll understand.  but as of right now, he doesn’t quite know xiii is coming over, much less that she’s carrying quite the load with her.  he’s going to play through the series, and she’s going to watch him do it - provided that she doesn’t fall asleep, of course.

this is the beginning of reaper’s journey, and so she knocks on his door.

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[reaperblck-blog]

the knock on the door to his room comes as a surprise, mcry sliding out of his grip because of it and falling onto his chest, gaze cast towards the door in confusion as his hands are still in mid-air, sinking down slowly. reaper frowns -- who the hell is that? it’s not like it’s common for another candidate to come over and spend time with him or something. not even members of his faction do that, it’s not like he spends much time with any of them, with others in general.

he’s a loner, likes being alone. he prefers it.

and he could ignore the person on the other side and just go back to scrolling through elevate and look at all the dumb posts everyone makes to appeal to their audience ( like reaper isn’t always doing the same damn thing ), but can’t get himself to do so for some reason. he slips out of his bed, mcry forgotten on the crumpled sheets and unlocks his door, opens it. “huh?” xiii. “what are you doing here?” he looks down from the familiar face of the girl to all the things she’s cradling in her arms.

are those video games?

for a second, reaper thinks about taking some of the things out of her grip because it just looks like everything’s going to spill over and on the ground, but he doesn’t. only moves ever so slightly before he stops, instead, and squints his eyes at her. he doesn’t invite her in. yet. “why are you here?” he asks again, “why do you have all that stuff with you. what’s it for?”

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[reaperblck-blog]

— soothing lullabies;

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sitting in front of the piano is like a sanctuary for him, something reaper would never trade for anything else. it’s soothing, it’s calming. it gives him a sense of safety he can’t feel anywhere else in this place -- every light tap against the ivory keys filled with fondness and a hint of affection like there’s a real being in front of him. like the instrument is alive and starving for his love, the love he can’t and won’t ever give other human beings.

but it’s easy to give it to the piano.

it’s his sanctuary and, also, a curse at the same time. his head throbbing with a sense of familiarity whenever he plays a song he can’t remember ever learning, the notes burned into the back of his mind. it’s painful and he hates it, but he can’t leave the piano behind, craves its comfort. the comfort it only gives reaper and reaper alone, because he only plays for himself. even though, he feels like it used to be different. feels like he used to play in front of many others. now, it’s just him and he likes it that way.

reaper doesn’t want an audience, doesn’t need one.

this time, though, it seems like someone else is listening. uninvited. reaper notices quickly, the melodies stopping abruptly and causing the room to fall silent. “what the hell are you doing here?” he asks, voice grim. unfriendly and cold. he doesn’t know who it is but easily senses no thread in them. “i don’t remember inviting anyone in here with me.”

[reaperblck-blog]

— last supper;

. . . loading ▸▹▸ new files ___ ! × × a friend ( ? ) → @blckdata​​ ・・・

it’s almost like a ritual, meeting up around lunch time when they’re both available and not busy with something else. when they’re not caught up in something -- although, for reaper it seems kind of unlikely that a person like data could get caught up in anything ( except when it involves nerding out, because she’s a weird one ). but they do it, pretty much all the time on their small spot in the garden to the point where reaper knows what she likes to eat and tries to bring some of it with him occasionally to share;

since they also share a liking for the unhealthiest kind of stuff.

this time, he only has some sweet bread with him, though. three packages, actually, which is a lot for him since most of the time he’s not much of an eater. especially compared to someone like data. he nibbles on it in silence -- because that’s what he does. he’s not much of a talker -- while the girl next to him chows down like it’s her last meal or something. technically, she’s not wrong because it could be their last meal and it stays like this; they eat in silence. until there’s a mumble next to him coming from stuffed cheeks that he can’t understand at all. and, somehow, he’s surprised she’s speaking up. “huh?” reaper hums, taking a bite off his bread, “what did you say?”

[reaperblck-blog]

— we’re super cool so ofc this intro is fashionably late;

hi there, i’m lari and i’m excited to be back here!! i was rly sad when bcktmpl disappeared last time so ofc i brought back my old muse, reaper. he had a lot of potential that i couldn’t explore and write out so i hope i’ll get the chance for it this time. i have a twitter acc if you prefer plotting there so just ask me for the handle, otherwise pls like this post if you want to plot and i’ll get back to you as soon as possible ( bc work is killing me atm and i might be a little slow during the week ). here is his profile ( where i still have to adjust his age since he’s a year older now skdjfhd ) and i have a plot page too – that i didn’t update / adjust from the last time the rp was around so idk if things are still fitting etc but maybe you can find something on there for now until i work over it ( i’ll probably make a seperate post for it once that’s done ). only a few small things changed about him, otherwise he’s still the same. under the cut you can check out some facts and background information about him;

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[reaperblck-blog]

— we’re super cool so ofc this intro is fashionably late;

hi there, i’m lari and i’m excited to be back here!! i was rly sad when bcktmpl disappeared last time so ofc i brought back my old muse, reaper. he had a lot of potential that i couldn’t explore and write out so i hope i’ll get the chance for it this time. i have a twitter acc if you prefer plotting there so just ask me for the handle, otherwise pls like this post if you want to plot and i’ll get back to you as soon as possible ( bc work is killing me atm and i might be a little slow during the week ). here is his profile ( where i still have to adjust his age since he’s a year older now skdjfhd ) and i have a plot page too -- that i didn’t update / adjust from the last time the rp was around so idk if things are still fitting etc but maybe you can find something on there for now until i work over it ( i’ll probably make a seperate post for it once that’s done ). only a few small things changed about him, otherwise he’s still the same. under the cut you can check out some facts and background information about him;

used to be known as byun baekhyun

who was a young pianist on the rise, slowly making a name for himself before he got taken by the collective. he was conflicted about his career because playing the piano has always been his biggest passion but his fame thirsty stage parents ( whom he had a rather bad, business-like relationship with ) pushed him into this path without ever letting him decide anything for himself

got kidnapped on the 2nd of july while walking home from piano practice after getting some ice cream

has been in the game for over three years

fights with a steel baseball bat that transforms into a huge, heavy warhammer when in second state and his specialty is close ranged combat. he focuses / relies on strength mostly during battle and his actions are often impulsive and reckless

his goal besides survival is to become a top candidate because he’s naive enough to believe that he might be allowed to return to society one day so he does a lot to appeal to the collective

that’s why he chose vermillion -- he needs to be strong to get through all of this

is on his phone a lot

dislikes taking selfies and such stuff of himself but does it for the collective, likes taking photos in general though. he has a strong interest in photography

due to trauma and the fact that his parents wouldn’t even miss him ( if they could remember him ) but rather his talent / fame, he suppresses memories of his life as baekhyun as a coping mechanism and, instead, created a perfect little family for himself that loves him more than anything and misses him. one that needs him and to which he has to return to. by now, it’s his reality and it’s what keeps him alive

he also suppresses every memory of his boyfriend ( hyojong, a npc nic is borrowing me for more pain. thank you, ily ♥ who was the only good thing in his past life ) to cope with losing him due to his kidnapping and the knowledge that he probably had to take the pill to forget him but sometimes dreams about him and wakes up crying and confused

his made up past is very inconsistent and he tends to change up details about it. like one time he has a little brother, one time an older sister. one time his mother is sick, etc. in his obsession he doesn’t notice any of that though

is a loner -- he prefers to be by himself but easily gets lonely too

and he is a moody grump as well who gets agressive / angry easily

also keeps telling himself and others that he doesn’t care about anyone while he actually cares too much

still loves playing the piano and music + the arts in general

also likes to go out and mingle in social life from the sidelines. he avoids interactions but likes being surrounded by others and usually drinks a lot. he’s often to spot in bars when he’s out ( and is a terrible drunk )

[reaperblck-blog]

blckbishop:

💬   DM   |    @ grimreaper_  ○  ○  ○

◆ im an adult ◆ also ur emeny ◆ thnk u ◆ im good at sucking ◆ :*

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💬 grimreaper_: my enemy, huh 💬 grimreaper_: i can work with that ㅋ 💬 grimreaper_: uhm you ok?? 💬 grimreaper_: you shouldn’t talk like that.... 💬 grimreaper_: at least with your enemy you kno 💬 grimreaper_: or i’ll get the wrong idea ㅋㅋ....

[baekhyuntella]

please, stop being so cute

[reaperblck-blog]

— caught in the middle;

[reaperblck-blog]

glassblck:

it still felt like a terrible decision to make, but there were no good decisions in the game. it started with them killing someone they couldn’t see during the initiation, getting stuck with a faceless ghost for the rest of their lives, and then deciding to go face first towards death on basically every mission. something on the bottom of her stomach told her they’d probably find the bodies of two or three other contestants who weren’t lucky enough to continue living in that misery all around the temple, but she could only hope they wouldn’t.

the truth was she already felt like she was dying, but that was everybody’s tale. at least reaper wasn’t going all fight crazy again, and to know he was okay with leaving it behind for the sake of living eased her for a bit. the moment of peace didn’t last for long, though, and gunshots returned to the soundtrack of their day.

they started moving without another choice, her eyes paying extra attention to their surroundings for either a statue or an enemy. “should we make stops along the way? it’d buy us some searching time.” and glass was scared that once they were right in front of safety she’d just accept it instead of going back to the search. no one could really blame her if she did it, right? it’d be the wise thing to do. “have you ever been to the temple?” some part of it was just real curiosity, but knowing how well the area was known could be of use.

she’d been there before, but not regularly enough to remember every inch. she’d certainly not know good hiding spots, but the most famous areas came to mind. there would probably be where most statues could be found at, but where there were statues there would be more traps, and more enemies, and certainly a higher chance of death. “we could search around the statue of yeonji gwanseum… or the bell tower.” though both places reeked of bad choices, and she was unsure of how careful the mafia was going to be to preserve the temple when carrying guns that could very well damage anything. “and watch where you step. we don’t know what the traps are about.”

it seems like they both complement each other rather well, with one of them bringing something up, throwing in some kind of suggestion and the other taking it and making it into something better. and reaper would prefer to not admit it because he greatly dislikes working in teams or even with one other person but they do work sort of well together. at least, in some way? they’re both still alive and managed to keep not just themselves but also each other safe and mostly out of harm's way.

there’s a high chance he wouldn’t have made it until here completely on his own with all those mercenaries flooding the streets, so a part of him is actually kind of glad that glass got them to stick together.

( not that he’d ever say that out loud, of course. )

“that’s a better idea, i guess.” they’ll be faster that way and reaper thinks it will be a vital element in surviving all of this. it’s probably already crazy enough that he wants to risk his life for a few more points -- reaper also knows that it will impress the collective watching if he doesn’t immediately run into safety as well in the process -- but who in this game is clinging to sanity? reaper’s fingers hold onto the pipe, ready to swing as he scans the area during their walk. he shakes his head quickly, “not really, i think? maybe one time but i don’t remember the area well.” which isn’t good at all. “i hate these kinds of places. how about you?” it would be definitely an advantage to have someone around who has an idea where they’re actually going.

“bell tower,” is all reaper repeats, for some reason it gives him a weird feeling; something along the lines of ‘you’ll find something there’. “let’s search there first. you know the way?” and then, he makes a face at her reminding him to be careful -- he wants to tell her he’s not stupid but before he can do so, he can hear heavy steps digging into the gravel of the main street.

alarmed, he grabs her arm and pulls harshly. he drags glass away from the street as fast as possible, trying to find shelter behind the greenery without making much noise and he presses his finger against his lips to signal her to stay quiet. he can hear the clicking of heavy arms as a small group of people passes them. ‘they were around here somewhere’, can be heard and the excitement from before wells back up, fighting with reaper’s instinct of to live. they could probably win over such a small group but it would be much of an unnecessary risk and even when they sound further away, reaper hardly moves. “i bet the groups around the statues will be much bigger than that.”

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[reaperblck-blog]

→  DM  ;  @starshop  ・・・

💬 grimreaper_: srsly?? 💬 grimreaper_: that’s it? 💬 grimreaper_: you came all the way here to just say that?? 💬 grimreaper_: wow.... what are you?? 💬 grimreaper_: seven? ㅋ  . . . 💬 grimreaper_: you suck too btw

[reaperblck-blog]

— twinkle twinkle little star;

[reaperblck-blog]

absolemblck:

absolem loved looking at the stars and sometimes she wonders if her family is looking at them the same time she is. she misses them, oh so dearly. it’s upsetting at times hearing that some candidates had no memory of their past life. aboslem refused to let go of jennie. she does everything can to just remember that she once had a successful life, that she had a loving family. that she once lived.

so technically, it was jennie who loved looking at the stars. 

she feels at peace under the stars. it feels as if the dark hid her from all the evils and dangers in this cruel world. she let out a soft ‘hmm?’ when her friend spoke up and she glanced over at him. 

❝i used to do this my first year in here.❞ she mumbled softly.  ❝it was a way to cope. recently i started doing it again, more so to enjoy myself rather than to hide something like before.❞ she couldn’t help but snort at his question.  ❝uh- who do you think i am? of course i dont.❞ she grinned, a little more playful side of her appearing.  ❝i’m joking. i know a few. ursa major is the easiest to spot.❞ she softly takes his hand and traces over the constellation.  ❝and ursa minor is inside.❞ she traced over that constellation too.  ❝it’s a mama bear and her cub.❞ 

❝i do.❞ a small frown appeared on her visage as she scooted closer to him for more warmth ( it would have been rude to yank the blanket away ).  ❝sometimes i hate looking at ursa major and ursa minor. it mocks me, laughing that i’m not with my parents.❞ she hissed out, eyes narrowing at the sky.  ❝it’s cruel. ❞

somehow, he gets her past urge to hide even though in some way reaper himself never got out of this ‘phase’ after arrival and, instead, developed the tendency to stay by himself and mostly only by himself most of the time. the other members of his faction are those, though, that could actually manage to break past this and get him to enjoy time spent together ( even though, he’d never admit that ) -- especially absol managed to do that.

or else, he wouldn’t lie around on the grass with her in the middle of the night, actually sharing a blanket.

a scoff escapes him but there’s still the hint of a smile left on his lips, even if it’s perfectly hidden by the darkness around them. “thought so,” he says once the girl playfully admit to knowing them. absolem just seemed like the type to know, especially after saying that she used to do this more often in the past. reaper has no clue about constellations; simply because he never cared enough to look at the sky for this long. or, maybe, it’s not that he didn’t care but that he didn’t want to. it’s probably because of the way they make him feel -- they’re hanging up their in their endless freedom while he’s trapped in this cage with all those other people.

yes, it’s a cage even if it doesn’t seem like it. they’re allowed, even encouraged to go outside but they’re still trapped.

reaper isn’t able to follow the movement of the other’s hand, has no idea where to exactly look but the description of it is enough for him to understand. the sudden sadness in her voice is easy for him to get as well. “it seems kind of mocking,” he simply says, “you probably are drawn to it. i bet it’s the first constellation you notice every time you look into the sky.” a brief pause follows and then reaper asks, like usual lacking some tact, “do you think your parents remember you?”

[swerves]

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“You experience trauma and it stays with you, it’s a vortex in your head that recurs, and can echo through generations. But you can also make it into a positive thing. [Spanish Sahara] is the idea of taking on things that are against you." - Yannis Philippakis

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The Cliche Symbolism Of Rain

@reaperblck

Maybe he looks stupid, he really can’t be sure. He’s always made such notes to control his appearance- the way he seems in other’s eyes- that actually doing something that might change what people think of him too much is a bit… odd for him. He can’t bring himself to mind, though. He can’t hate the feeling of the rain dripping down his face even if the torrential downpour is far too intense to be normally comfortable. He likes the feeling of rain. He likes the sound of it even when it’s this hard and heavy. Even though his hair and clothes are completely soaked through he doesn’t bother to budge from his place on the bench. His face is turned upward toward the sky- eyes closed. Somehow it feels refreshing.

In movies rain is always used as symbolism for new beginnings or cleansing. The hero steps into the rain after committing a murder and, in the logic of the movie, that sin is washed away. It can also be used as an amplifier for bad emotions- like anger or sadness. Crying in the rain is a trope that, in a way, Hangman appreciates. The drops of water hide any real tears. Of course, it’s still obvious from a person’s expression when they cry. Not as much on TV or in the movies, perhaps, but in real life at least. He’s always had a harder time watching movies… He can always pick up on all of the slightly incorrect quirks the actors have when emoting. Being a character analyst has truthfully made entertainment near impossible.

He lets out a breath and opens his eyes for just a moment- allowing himself to look forward. His vision is obscured enough without his glasses, but this is just ridiculous. The rain is so heavy that it’s hard to see very far into the Seoul streets. It wouldn’t be too shocking if someone managed to get into a wreck in this weather… Then again, it is night now. The only areas where the rain is completely visible are in the street lights. The rest of it is obscured with the darkness. In a way, the lights look better that way. There’s something beautiful about the downpour. He just wishes he had more ability to express that… outwardly.

Then again, if he could that would ruin everything, wouldn’t it?

He turns his head slowly as he notices a slightly different sound coming somewhere from within the darkness and downpour. If he’s not mistaken, that’s the sound of someone growing closer- likely running through the rain considering most people’s feeling toward it. He only stares out of habit. If the approaching figure is just passing by, he can go back to relaxing. If there’s a reason to stop and talk, he can. It’s not exactly difficult for him to manage either. What’s important is that he maintains his robotic image, even if the rain perhaps leaves a threat of rust.

When the figure is a bit closer he gets a closer look. Another guy- though he could be older or younger. Korean, though that’s not even a small shock as far as Hangman is concerned. It seems that this stranger has also been stuck in the rain for quite some time considering how soaked he is… For a moment, he reacts almost on instinct. He’s speaking without thinking first.

“Quite the storm, hm?” But then he realizes what he’s done. The first sentence may have had a weak, but somewhat pleasant tone, but after that it’s gone. He’s back to a monotonous and empty- what slight light his eyes held also dying out as though extinguished by the rain. “Clearly you and I have both suffered the brunt of it, though you at least appear to be fighting back somewhat… Tell me, what brought you out into this cliche movie scene?”

[reaperblck-blog]

it’s hard to keep the scowl off his face when it’s pouring this hard, when it’s basically pissing this much and it’s not like reaper has a favorite type of weather ( he doesn’t care about the weather that much at all ) but this is still the one he hates the most. yeah, he hates the rain. a lot, actually. the calming sound it makes and the clean smell it leaves behind does definitely not make up enough for the fact how gross it feels when drenched clothes are sticking to wet skin.

and he’s not quite the type to ever carry an umbrella with him when he goes out, so a sudden change to heavy rain always manages to catch him off guard.

( reaper also hates being caught off guard. )

running is no use anymore with how soaked his clothes are -- there’s not one dry bit of it left. there’s not one dry bit of him left -- but reapers steps are still quick and he’s also still holding his leather jacket above his head in an attempt to shield himself from the unforgiving drops of water. and he does spot the guy sitting peacefully on the bench like it’s a beautiful, sunny summer evening instead of raining but he doesn’t plan on wasting any time on him, doesn’t want to pay too much attention to some crazy stranger in a park.

he wants to get back home and get out of those sticky clothes. preferably take a nice, hot shower too.

the stranger speaks up, though, once reaper’s about to pass him and his voice sounds so small it’s almost drowned out by the rushing of the rain. but reaper can hear him. he’s actually so surprised by it that he stops in his tracks, turning towards him with an almost confused expression with the jacket still held above his head. “what?” is all reaper says and the scowl is right back on his face. this guy talks in such a weird way. what the hell. “cliché movie scene? what?” he repeats, “uhm? i, eh, went to a bar to get drunk and the rain surprised me on the way home?” one of his hands come up to brush the wet hair that’s sticking to his face out of the way. “why the fuck are you sitting here like nothing’s going on? do you want to get sick and die or something?”

[reaperblck-blog]

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— caught in the middle;

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glassblck:

she didn’t want to know how many hours she had spent trying not to die, but, sadly, she knew. time was expressed all around the city, and in the cab’s radio, and in the tiredness of both her limbs and mind. it was around seven months, but that single mission had been going for nearly three hours - and it wasn’t even over yet.

glass should have expected it. running around the city looking for something 30 centimeters long with no hints and the mafia on your tail was just too easy. at least the sweating had turned less excessive. the wind of a late night probably helped it, but she doubted that even if she was sitting inside a freezer it’d actually stop. her eyes focused on reaper as he ranted about something she could relate to, but also couldn’t really blame the cab driver for. if she could just go as far away as possible from a place filled with traps and gunmen she would - but she couldn’t.

some part of her wanted to just drop down and take a nap, but the girl kept herself standing with the intention of continuing their adventure for just a little bit longer. glass wanted to ask him if he’d go hunt for the statues by himself if she said no. but she didn’t, biting her lower lip. it was basically suicidal, wasn’t it? if people had died out there in the city then there would certainly be more casualties there. so she held onto her own hands, wishing there was a better option. three hundred points were nothing to joke about. neither were lives, but the collective was having fun with them.

“if you want to go, we go.” glass turned her hands into fists, leaving them to drop next to her body. they were a team now, and she wouldn’t want them separated. “but if it feels like we’re dying we go for the water, okay?” it was good to set some ground rules so in the heat of a battle the two wouldn’t break into a discussion instead of doing what was supposed to be right. “there is no point in finding two statuses only to die on the third.”

it’s a bit like a sudden attitude change from this urge to destroy to something weirdly calm ( but reaper’s always been moody and it doesn’t mean the itch isn’t there anymore ) and reaper keeps watching her, gives her some time to decide what she wants despite their inconvenient position in the middle of a deserted parking lot. there’s no guarantee what he’ll do, though, if glass wants to go against what he’s asked of her -- he wouldn’t force her. he could try to but he wouldn’t. reaper tells himself that it wouldn’t be worth the hassle and not because he wouldn’t want to hurt her after she’s been such a reliable ally.

but he’d probably leave her to die here without much care ( he tells himself that again. he doesn’t care. reaper doesn’t care about others ) even if he’d prefer it more to stick together. that whip of hers proved to be quite useful during this hell of a night.

and when she answers, a slight smirk appears on reaper’s lips. it stays only for a few seconds before it’s gone again and switched with a more serious expression but reaper is more than pleased to hear that she’s going with him because he wants to do that. seems like she doesn’t want to use an ally. “it will hard not to feel like that,” he scoffs at her, it’s almost like they’re craving death but reaper would do a lot of points. maybe, not actually dying -- his leaderboard rank isn’t worth dying for but he wants to do everything possible to rank higher, “but got it. i don’t plan on dying because of some stupid statues.” he hums lightly, almost in thought but gets pulled out of it when shots fall close to them.

too close.

“okay, it’s time to leave before they find us here out in the open.” reaper’s fingers curl tightly around his pipe while the other reaches towards the girl, sliding to her back to push her forwards with a hurried gentleness. “let’s make our way closer to the statue first and then go from there and look in the area closest to it.” he doesn’t think they’ll be lucky to find all of them in the area right next to the huge buddha but, maybe, there’ll be at least one of them.

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a little mayhem.

jinx was bone tired in the best of ways, skin glistening with sweat and workout clothes sticking to his body as he tore off the hand-wrap that had been securely wrapped around his knuckles. for the first time in a long while jinx had decided to focus on hand on hand combat again rather than to solely rely on his machete and the burning ache in his muscles reminded him that it had been entirely too long, that his body wasn’t quite used to fighting like this anymore.

as he swung his sports bag over his shoulder, jinx mentally noted to do this more often. there would be a lot of extra training hours with the punching bag required to get his level back up to his liking again and making sure he wouldn’t end up slacking again. maybe it was because hand to hand combat was a rarity to jinx, a skill only used when he had no other options, it was no secret that he preferred to trust on his weapon and smart use of his direct environment rather than to throw punches. yet he needed to be strong enough in case of emergency and that was plenty of reason to pick up his lacking skills.

for now, however, his sore muscles required rest and jinx was dying to take a long, hot shower. it rarely happened that his body felt this worn out after a workout and he could already predict that the soreness he felt in his bones was going to be so much worse in the morning. yet it was a good ache, it was the aftermath that came after achieving something, growing a step.

his plans to unwind immediately got pushed back a little as his eyes locked on one of the very few other people in the gym, a hint of a mischevious grin curling his lips.

reaper, of course, it just had to be reaper.

usually, jinx preferred to stay away from people he disliked -and people in general-  but reaper was just too much of an easy target to let slip through his fingers. the younger boy was too impulsive, his temper too short and it made it all the easier to drive him up the wall. there was something oddly satisfying in watching his fists clench in anger, his face morphing into a permanent scowl.

so he wiped the ghost of a smile off of his face -after all that would be showing entirely too much emotion, something jinx wasn’t big on-  as he made his way over to the training area where the other was currently practicing, leaning against one of the pillars nearby as he quietly observed reaper for a while, the boy was far too caught up in his training to notice the new presence anyway.

‘your footwork sucks. ’ he remarked coolly, making his presence known. his arms crossed in front of his chest, critical eyes wandering up and down the reaper’s posture. 'you can punch as hard as you want but as long as you keep placing your feet wrong you loose a significant part of your potential strength. you’re being sloppy.’

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one, two, three, kick.

and again. one, two, three, kick. again. one, two, three, kick. another time. one, two, three, kick. he keeps going like this inside his head, continues to count silentl with only his lips mouthing the words, no sound escaping him, though, as if it’s his goal to not disturb others around him. but, first, there’s like no one else around. the training center is basically empty besides a few other people. it’s weirdly deserted.

and second, he doesn’t care. at all. seriously, he doesn’t.

why the hell should he even care if he disturbs anyone or not, especially in a damned gym. and so, reaper keeps going with his routine, keeps counting and every time he reaches ‘kick’ one of his feet meets the sturdy material of the punching bag. once in a while he switches things up and, instead, it’s his fists that smash into it strong blows. it’s a loud and harsh noise whenever he connects with the bag and reaper doesn’t like it, it’s an uncomfortable one. but he keeps going, his cylinder that’s stored in the deep pocket of his sweats bumps against his leg every time he makes a fast movement.

his peaceful training session is interrupted soon, though;

and when reaper hears the familiar voice spitting annoying words his face immediately falls, his expression changing into a scowl right away -- because that’s pretty much his default expression when he’s around jinx. he stops in the middle of a movement, fists falling back down to his sides as he turns around. “shut up.” he shoots a glare at the other and it doesn’t take long for one of his hands to find its way to his hip, a gesture to show his annoyance. “nobody asked,” he adds in a low voice.

reaper’s already so heated but jinx’ presence is enough already to make his blood boil with anger ( he just hates him so much ).

like, who does he think he is to analyze the way he fights? if he’d want someone to do that he’d ask or something. not that he ever would, reaper’s very confident in his combat skills. he’s strong, after all. “and i’d appreciate it a lot,” reaper starts and a smile curves onto his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes at all, “if you’d kindly fuck off now and leave me alone so i can train.”